tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post2314085279764490237..comments2024-02-10T08:53:28.209+00:00Comments on Tired Dad: I Love This City.Tired Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01463536844672270826noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-78970604798536759052008-03-09T20:20:00.000+00:002008-03-09T20:20:00.000+00:00Anon: I love you.Anon: I love you.Tired Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01463536844672270826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-39796012103481390902008-03-08T08:40:00.000+00:002008-03-08T08:40:00.000+00:00Ah, I've seen this before. Rebound. If you want my...Ah, I've seen this before. Rebound. If you want my opinion, which I'm sure you do, this is a classic, textbook example of rebound. You may scoff, but I've seen cases like yours time after time in my field of professionalism. I'm telling you now TD, pull tourself together man, lay off the sauce, (I can smell it from here!)City wasn't for you, she was a short term substitute to get you through the dark days, a dirty distraction to fuel the fire of dying embers in your heart. She doused you in gasoline for a fast flame until you were burnt on the outside but still raw in the middle......Time TD, only time can spatchcock your heart on the barbecue of life. Be patient. Would you rather kill all nutrients for 30seconds in the microwave, or warm through for 30 minutes on 180*? Take these thoughts with you TD, and may they serve you well. THE DOCTOR IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE FOR ADVICE AND SUPPORT ON WWW.ILLALWAYSTALKSHITEVENIFIDONTKNOWTHEANSWERJUSTTOSOUNDCLEVER.COM Don't ForgetAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-11511936944083188832008-03-05T20:40:00.000+00:002008-03-05T20:40:00.000+00:00Ang / Fussy / Whoever You Are This Week: Indeed. D...Ang / Fussy / Whoever You Are This Week: Indeed. <BR/><BR/>Duck: Gosh. Odd being friends. It's like we're in some Shane Black-scripted movie. Caffiene free? God only hopes so.<BR/><BR/>em: Hello and welcome. Don't mind the link at all.<BR/><BR/>pus: Ok then. <BR/><BR/>Amanda: You're reading too much into this. Erm. I think. I still love the place. We just need a bit of distance. <BR/><BR/>Allix: Welcome. See above.<BR/><BR/>Shane: Right. Reading FAR TOO MUCH into this. <BR/><BR/>Anon: BRILLIANT! I've not had an Anon comment in months! Always from brave people! Get in!! <BR/><BR/>Oh dear anon. Seriously though, do your best. It brings my stats up no end - everyone loves an internet spat and I've not had a decent one in at least a year.<BR/><BR/>Get a job or do better than 'sand'.<BR/><BR/>Anthrax or something? Come on. Do it properly. It amuses me no end.<BR/><BR/>C: OK. You got me.<BR/><BR/>M_G: I have to say I'm with you. <BR/><BR/>Dinners: Dear God man cheer up.<BR/><BR/>Missy: Having lived virtually everywhere in the UK, I agree. Grrr.<BR/><BR/>C: I know. 'Cunty chops' would have so much better. Let's wait and see if there's any improvement. I'm still chuckling at the 'sand' thing.Tired Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01463536844672270826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-19680391185836563182008-03-04T17:23:00.000+00:002008-03-04T17:23:00.000+00:00Cunt Chops?yikes..Cunt Chops?<BR/><BR/>yikes..Cynniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05796562985485272298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-89609128613417325522008-03-04T15:44:00.000+00:002008-03-04T15:44:00.000+00:00Country chavs are no better. They've just got a sm...Country chavs are no better. They've just got a smaller bunch of people around them to threaten with a head kicking.<BR/><BR/>And they are wearing last season's tracksuits.Misssy Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16499765849677367656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-87354080024282846552008-03-04T14:49:00.000+00:002008-03-04T14:49:00.000+00:00You should have kicked her to see if she moved or ...You should have kicked her to see if she moved or grunted. That would have been a sign of life of sorts. Mind you she was more alive in terms of brain cells than the track suit.<BR/><BR/>That doesn't just happen in the city you know. It happens outside my house on a regular basis - and no it isn't me on the phone and no I don't wear tracksuits and no I don't smash faces in.<BR/><BR/>I occasionally want to but I don't.<BR/><BR/>Tracksuit is obviously destined for higher management in the near future.FOUR DINNERShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15675014976854343039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-27536264764296795472008-03-04T12:18:00.000+00:002008-03-04T12:18:00.000+00:00I feel sorry for people like that - so much face-s...I feel sorry for people like that - so much face-smashing to do, so little time. They must be exhausted. I hardly have time to stir my fucking coffee these days, let along unleash extreme violence on hapless individuals. Would that I could, would that I could.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-87871866300266723972008-03-04T04:58:00.000+00:002008-03-04T04:58:00.000+00:00oh lord..Collegue says the better line..( whup ass...oh lord..<BR/>Collegue says the better line..( whup ass is ALWAYS funny) and you beat a dead horse ( continue talkingafter the whup ass ) <BR/>and you want to break up with the city..<BR/>christ..<BR/><BR/>you men and your egosCynniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05796562985485272298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-67749094415531781552008-03-04T01:09:00.000+00:002008-03-04T01:09:00.000+00:00You need sand kicking in your face,cunt chops.You need sand kicking in your face,cunt chops.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-76636874846418248022008-03-03T23:29:00.000+00:002008-03-03T23:29:00.000+00:00Ignore Amanda - forget the city, move on. Try doin...Ignore Amanda - forget the city, move on. Try doing that whole 'Maybe we can be friends thing', and that there city chick will prove herself to be the total mentalist that your head tells you she is. Christ man, you're lucky to be alive. Walk.Shanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07827981433386542298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-5106676404008627252008-03-03T15:34:00.000+00:002008-03-03T15:34:00.000+00:00You know? This city... I think I've met her. Of ...You know? This city... I think I've met her. Of course, ex's being ex's, I don't think I can rightly talk about her to you, either. The city knows people, and a contract isn't all that expensive to take out on a person--Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-63509170610348554932008-03-03T13:56:00.000+00:002008-03-03T13:56:00.000+00:00"It was'nt her, it was me." You can still be frie..."It was'nt her, it was me." <BR/>You can still be friends ;0)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-44560487415603773352008-03-03T13:49:00.000+00:002008-03-03T13:49:00.000+00:00That's very presumptuous of you to assume he wasn'...That's very presumptuous of you to assume he wasn't an athlete, he may be one of the new generation of darts players.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-36112699455566404062008-03-03T13:13:00.000+00:002008-03-03T13:13:00.000+00:00You, sir, have just told the story of my walk to w...You, sir, have just told the story of my walk to work. All you've omitted are the puddles of sour piddle and spew. Oh, and the fag ends floating in them.<BR/>Would you believe I'm from Oz? My suburb's less 'emerald', more 'urine-green'...<BR/><BR/>By the way -- I've posted a link to this entry in my journal; hope you don't mind? I tried to create a trackback link, but google strongly resented a link from sources other than blogger, and I'm too tired to pick this particular battle!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-22464830364798779262008-03-03T12:49:00.000+00:002008-03-03T12:49:00.000+00:00Would that be caffeine free Whup-ass?Would that be caffeine free Whup-ass?Alistair Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11380404154114925293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24860222.post-62949073575870421842008-03-03T00:57:00.000+00:002008-03-03T00:57:00.000+00:00I knew it. Soon as you have a baby the suburbs sta...I knew it. Soon as you have a baby the suburbs start to call your soul...Angela-la-lahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06776689345024699690noreply@blogger.com